[There's an uncomfortable shiver when Jules takes both of his hands. All Peter wants to do is recoil and go somewhere else to hide and think about all this. His poor mind is buzzing with all kinds of questions, about Freddie, about this Poppy, about Jules' role in the whole thing. Peter is obviously not supposed to be in this picture, and he's not sure whether he regrets ever opening his mouth or having what he thought he had with Freddie the most.
You don't just erase two years from your heart like that, though. It's impossible. Right?
Why doesn't he just feel angry with Freddie instead of having all this guilt?]
No, [he shakes his head lightly, eyes downcast, completely incapable of hiding the heartbroken line of his lips.] No, I mean - it's -
[Peter didn't tell her anything, so... she doesn't even know what she's sorry about.]
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You don't just erase two years from your heart like that, though. It's impossible. Right?
Why doesn't he just feel angry with Freddie instead of having all this guilt?]
No, [he shakes his head lightly, eyes downcast, completely incapable of hiding the heartbroken line of his lips.] No, I mean - it's -
[Peter didn't tell her anything, so... she doesn't even know what she's sorry about.]
It's just... unexpected.